disclosure is uneasy. the rotten
became genetic. a variance on the topic, important, nonetheless. disclosure is
a monster. it comes with predilections, suppositions, expectations. I would run
to or from disclosure. many avoid her. she wreaks of judgement. it seems
impossible—if to wonder—the art of avoidance: sheer imperfection, lenient on
ourselves, intolerant of—or pitting the object.
I sound dismal. I suggest altruism
is untrue. in so doing, I will anger the audience.
one is justified in assessing
situations and circumstances. the brooks may be uncalm. the facts might
determine protocol.
disclosure is often innocent,
perceived as normal, apparent, necessary.
many will enter the junkyard, pull
apart debris, and make an assessment.
disclosure is important, required,
if seeking aid. it seems important to be of a disposition—in receiving
disclosure, or delivering disclosure.
one needs someone to trust. a
person to get inside and jiggle the bolts, tighten the screws, oil the rusty
hinges.
the beauty is the breakthrough—the countenance
releasing tension—the wealth of unclasping harmful parts—if to become a seer.
disclosure is depended upon
excellence, desire, and understanding.
